Emperor Chapter 332 Commander Zhou

The new emperor ascended the throne and announced it to the world. Read

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Luo Jing finally lifted the ban, and the people who had been holding back for a long time became busy again.

I don’t know how many people starved to death after not going out to make a living for a month, but at least the homeless beggars on the street disappeared.

Officials of all sizes are busier than the people. The succession of the throne is an opportunity. The favorites around His Majesty also need someone to instruct them. If they curry favor with them, they may be able to be in the court.

There is another place in the capital that is busier than the officials who are pushing for their future. There are crowds of people shoulder to shoulder.

Chunfeng Tower.

Zhang Cheng’s deification made too much noise. The purple air that penetrated the sky and the earth was like the immortal gods described in the storybooks.

Not to mention the people of Luo Jing, people in the surrounding counties and towns can see the miracle with their own eyes.

Later, rumors came from somewhere that there was really a god in Luo Jing, called Yuexia Lao Ren, who was responsible for arranging marriages for men and women in the secular world.

The origin of the real god's name is known. His name is Zhang Cheng and his courtesy name is Zichang. He stays in Chunfeng Tower day and night. .

With such details, people can't help but believe it. Who in this world dares to impersonate the name of a god?

This is not a clay sculpture in a temple, but a real living god.

Chunfeng Tower was full in an instant!

The visitors did not listen to the music or look at the girls. They lit three incense sticks to pray and worship. When they left, they stuffed silver into the madam's pocket and repeatedly reminded her that the gods must be recorded in his account.

The new owner did not dare to accept the money and could not return it, so he cast a pure gold statue.

The statue is exactly the same as Zhang Cheng. After all, the new owner's backer is not a mortal. It is rumored that he has discussed Taoism with the God.

The statue is erected in Chunfeng Tower. Visitors no longer need to worship randomly. The silver is placed in the merit box and will be used to cast a throne for the gods in the future.

The girls in the building burn incense and pray every morning and evening, hoping that Yue Lao Ren can sign a good marriage. The best is a poor scholar who can win the first place in the imperial examination, or a nobleman who is infatuated and unrepentant, and the worst is a young and handsome rich businessman.

So, the first people who believe in Yue Lao Ren became the girls of various brothels.

Yue Lao Ren was in Chunfeng Building at this time, transformed into a young man, watching others burn incense for him.

A wisp of incense and mental power merged into Zhang Cheng's body, increasing his divine power.

In Zhang Cheng's eyes, many men and women in the building have marriage lines, but they are too shallow.

"Brother Zhang, how do you feel?"

Cui Yuan smiled and said, "I have been the Dragon King of the East China Sea for so long, and I have only received a few dragon cubs. The number of believers is not even one-hundredth of Brother Zhang's."

"Today is to celebrate Lao Zhou's promotion, don't think of asking me to pay the bill again!"

Zhang Cheng snorted coldly, accidentally letting this guy hit the sore spot and became the money bag for paying the bill.

After two hundred years of being in the brothel, Zhang Cheng always had to rely on others, and was eventually pecked by the wild goose. However, when he thought of the scenes, he could do nothing about it.

In the next ten thousand years, he would try not to meet Cui Yuan.

When Zhou Yi came, he saw Cui Yuan's smug smile, and Zhang Cheng's face was not happy at all.

"Sorry for the long wait. It's my first day in office, and I'm busy with things."

Yesterday, Zhou Yi received a transfer order, and he jumped from a minor official in the Ministry of Materials to the commander of the Demon Slayer Division.

It turned out that the commander, King Chu, saw that he had no hope of the throne and was defeated by Pei Yu's sword, so he left a letter and went to travel outside the domain.

Zhang Cheng's voice was neither gloomy nor positive: "Oh! Isn't this the Great Heavenly Venerable? We, the grass-root gods, should wait for a while."

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I have another video here, a version with my inner thoughts. Do you want to see it?"

Cui Yuan kept making noises, and he had a close-up of his facial expressions in exchange.

"Master, spare my life!"

Zhang Cheng begged for mercy.

"Haha."

Cheerful laughter suddenly rang out from Chunfeng Tower. No one could have imagined that there would be three immortals in a mortal brothel.

After chatting for a while, they got to the point.

"Old Zhang has already exposed his identity. That guy in the palace is very stingy. It's better not to show up in front of him."

Zhou Yi said: "The new land of Dashun is in need of population. Please go and sign the red line and reproduce more."

After the White Lotus Evil Buddha entered the underworld, he saw that it was simple and rough, and it was basically a makeshift team. He almost turned his face on the spot.

Fortunately, the Six Soul Banners frightened him, and the Yin and Yang clones tried their best to make cakes and fool people, so that the evil Buddha stayed in the underworld.

After that, he had many exchanges with the evil Buddha and contacted the Wangchuan River many times. Zhou Yi had a feeling that the number of human race might be extremely important.

The intuition of the true immortal is often more accurate than the divination of the heavenly secrets. Unfortunately, the evil Buddha was getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't get much useful information.

"No problem."

Zhang Cheng glanced at Cui Yuan and said, "Old Zhang, I prefer the outside world. People there speak nicely and it's much more comfortable than Luojing!"

"There are not many years of comfortable days left."

Cui Yuan shook his head and said, "A few days ago, the demon court took Zizhu Island in the South China Sea and sent it to the Heavenly Palace to refine it into the East Heavenly Gate. It won't be long before they will offer sacrifices to the heavens and command the world."

Zhou Yi said, "From now on, it's just a fight to the death."

"What's there to fear about death!"

Zhang Cheng suddenly stood up and said loudly, "All the consumption tonight will be paid by Master Zhang!"

Wow!

The guests were noisy. With the busy Chunfeng Tower now, it would cost at least thousands or tens of thousands of taels of silver a night.

Afterwards, people came to toast one after another, and Zhang Cheng accepted everyone who came, and was very free and unrestrained.

"Even if my soul is torn apart, I will not allow demons and ghosts to ruin this colorful world!"

"I will come again in ten thousand years!"

Zhou Yi laughed and said, "Then it will not be called a brothel."

"What will it be called?"

"A formal club!"

...

Early morning.

Demon Slaying Hall.

Zhou Yi showed up, sat at the top, and looked up at the plaque carved from the spirit wood.

"When you get the chance, grab that plaque and shine the light on the demon for me."

The demon clan cannot escape Zhou Yi's discernment, but most demons are caused by changes in people's hearts, and illegal powers can distinguish them.

The innate magical power of that plaque can see through any monster in the world, and the mirrors of inquiry are copied and refined in various places in Daqian.

There is a thick stack of official documents on the document, which is more than a foot thick. According to yesterday's experience, several more stacks will be sent in the future.

The Demon Slayer Division has branches spread across sixteen states and one hundred and twenty counties. There are too many things that require the commander to make decisions, and each one is of great importance.

Drawing circles at will and allowing permission. Losing command will make power less important. If the official document is sent out, it may be a disaster for the family and people.

The stagnation of King Chu's martial arts cultivation was closely related to this pile of official documents. It was not that he was addicted to power, but more that he was stuck in his responsibilities.

"Fortunately, Pindao is not alone!"

Zhou Yi flicked his finger, and the aura fell on the ground, transforming into dozens of mana clones.

Control the clone to open the official document, and dozens of messages are transmitted to the mind at the same time.

Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers and fed back the processing results. He also wrote on the official documents at the same time, processing dozens of them in an instant.

A crude martial artist would not even think about such a delicate method, but he would still obediently do it himself.

The scribe came in with new official documents in his arms. He was startled when he saw dozens of commanders standing on the left and right. He didn't know who to report to.

Zhou Yi sat in the front, meditating on the Soul-falling Bell, refining the elixir, and ignored the scribes.

A clone said: "Send it to me."

"Hey."

The scribe put down the careful official document, saluted all the commanders, and quickly exited, preparing to tell his colleagues about this strange incident.

There are dozens of people in the official office of the scribe, who are connected to various places in Daqian through communication instruments. After receiving the information, they are compiled into official documents and sent to Zhou Yi for processing.

After five hundred years, the Demon Slayer Division has become as sophisticated as a machine, monitoring the demons and ghosts in the vast land.